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A Trip to the World Series

I can probably count on one hand the number of times I have walked into an environment and said to myself:

"I'm going to remember this for the rest of my life"

Last night was one of them. I got to go to the World Series. Not just to see any random team, but to see the Royals. At the K. I spent most of the night just soaking it in. Looking around at a full stadium of cheering fans and thinking to myself, "I'm going to remember this for the rest of my life".

Not only did I get to go to the game, but I got to see the Royals win in convincing fashion with a resounding bottom of the 6th rally that turned Kauffman Stadium into the biggest party I've ever attended. A rookie pitcher dominated. The Royals turned it over to the human cyborg combination of Herrera, Davis, and Holland and the result was never in question. Truly great baseball.

Not only did I get to go to the game, I got to share it with my fiancee Erica. It will be something we tell our kids about when hopefully they are watching the Royals play in the playoffs (with maybe another trip to the World Series). It is the beginning of a lifetime of cheering for Kansas City sports teams. She goes to K-State and I'm a diehard KU fan, so the Royals are the team we can both get behind. There's no one I would've wanted to share it with more.

Not only did I get to go to the game, but I had great seats, high fived and hugged drunk guys without a care in the world, screamed my lungs out, and generally had the time of my life.

For all of my life, if somebody gave you tickets to a Royals game, you probably had to think and decide if it was worth the time. You asked questions like, "Are they giving away something?" or "What does the t-shirt look like?" and decided if you wanted to go from there. When my fiancee texted me and asked if I'd be interested in going, my response looked something like this:

"YES. YESYESYESYESYESYES. YES. YES. YESSSSSSSSSS!"

This Royals season has been the most memorable, emotional, up and down roller coaster of a season I have ever cheered for as a fan in my life. I've spent more time listening to people talk about this team, reading about this team, watching this team, and getting overjoyed/angry with this team than any team in my life.

So, to get to watch this team win a home game at the K, with people I loved, in dominating fashion, on what couldn't have been a more perfect fall night. My only response was to say,